Is this some sort of test or trial of my sanity?? Seriously!?!? An attempt to get me to that tipping point? Where I totally flip out and go nuts on everybody?? It’s was one of those test and trial days I guess, and an Ice cold Miller High Life tastes pretty dang good right now.
It started off with the little annoyance of having to fill out 3 public incident reports. It might not sound like much but it is just annyoing is all. Repetitive questions and all the info I have to recover and look up. Blah blah blah
Then the meterman need help getting some meters looked at. Ok fine but where are they?? Perfect just perfect. Clear to the outer reaches of our electrical system. Over an hour drive for me.
I have to get my work truck looked at. It is less than a year old and with the key in the ‘on’ position I can start and stop he engine with the emergency brake?!?! How cool is that!! Also the emergency D/C pump to operate the bucket was running whenever I tried to run the PTO to fly the bucket. In other words it was being all crazy!!
Luckily that fix wasn’t too bad thanks to the mechanic shop we take our fleet trucks too.
Then off to the middle of nowhere. I have no clue how to navigate this area. There is a river to cross... but where do I cross it?
How do I get to the meter?
There are fields and fences and ditches and rivers and people’s private property. How in God’s green earth do I get there. Thank goodness I had just enough cell service to make a call.
Find the old railroad tressle they said..
Don’t worry Semi trucks drive over it they said...
It crosses over the river they said...
They didn’t say it makes all kinds of loud wood cracking and popping sounds as you drive over it making crazy ‘movie-like’ ideas run through your head.
Then just go around the field they said...
Watch out for Irrigation valves they said...
They didn’t say the weeds were 5-6 feet tall, so there is no way I am goin to see any of those.
Replaced the fuse then back through the 6 foot tall weeds over the sketchy bridge and back to a little cell service then...
RING RING
I just put 23 gallons of gasoline in our Diesel Ford Excursion.
Already super tense from driving through the fields basically blind and crossing over that sketchy bridge in my 16,000 pound truck and now this!!!
Don’t start it
Don’t turn the key to the ‘on’ position!!!
(That starts the fuel pump)
After a slight burst of frustration and worry about potentially destroying the engine I yell a bit in the truck at nobody and get to brainstorming how I am goin to fix this issue.
Having an hour to drive back to the shop gave me enough time to settle down and devise a game plane.
Gameplan Almost Finished and a random guy scored $80 worth of gasoline with a slight twang of diesel.
The excursion is saved and I finally made it home around 9 pm to have a cold one and stuff some food down my troat all the while writing this post.
AHHHH WHAT A GREAT DAY!!!
Almost as bad as watching paint dry.